Dead Man - Gucci Mane, Young Scooter, Trae Tha Truth

Call me Gucci Mane when I’m on the stage with you

But call me Jesse James when I hold this damn pistol

You can call me Gucci Guwop when I do a song with you

But don’t walk up on me homes, I ain’t finna blow no strong with you

Call me Gucci Mane when I’m on the stage with you

But call me Jesse James when I hold this damn pistol

You can call me Gucci Guwop when I do a song with you

But don’t walk up on me homes, I ain’t finna blow no strong with you

Got them young shooters with me they don’t get along with you

If you ain’t get no money nigga what is wrong with you

And I can’t turn you on, you must have the wrong picture

I’m in the VIP sippin' lean with this very long Swisher

I’m drinkin' promethazine and codeine and this apple juice mixture

If you knew that you wouldn’t do that I swear you would not kiss her

Yous a Nicky Barnes ass nigga tryin to tell on Guy Fisher

If a snitch was to die today I bet his hood would not miss him

Hook:

Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread

Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man you’re playing games with my bread

You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man

Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man

Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man

Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man

Five deuce, four-tray, six eight

Eight watches, four chains six rings

Pots, forks: dope at a high cost

From coast to coast, I said numbers on the dope

Remix to you, you know I can sell you both 16−5

Prices lower then Shawty Lo, when I drive

Got my seat leanin low bricks inside

Gott’em stash in the door always road running

Me and Gucci getting money bands yeah keep comin'

Tractor trailer in the morning won’t stop jugging

Every month I make 4 hundred, I’m a street nigga

I got rich off of junkies

Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread

Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man you’re playing games with my bread

You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man

Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man

Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man

Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man

What the fuck was you thinking the bitch you must have been drinking

This chopper had got me feeling like harley

If I let it ride you’re bound to be stinkin

I’m an asshole I do what I’d like too

On shit thats made for you to fight to

I don’t give a fuck bitch I don’t like you

Got that fire bitch I might light you

Bitch I am the streets you just look tough

Call the bricks snow like I was on bluff

Call me the master like Sho’Nuff

Bad boy the forreal no puff

If a nigga pussy I don’t pimp mine

I just keep the distance don’t play with mine

Stay in your place fall out the line

Had the young niggas over here to pay a fine

You can find me in the hood what a hood don’t go

Heard that somebody the hood don’t know

If a nigga turn up tellem watch this show

Money never sit still so my net don’t blow

King of the streets just call me sire

All my throne they no one higher

T-R-U-T-H no liar

Real street nigga I won’t retire

Yous a dead man, playing games with the bread

Yous a dead man, I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man you’re playing games with my bread

You in the red man, fuck around and be a dead man

Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man

Dead man, dead man, yous a dead man

Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man

Dead man, I put that pistol to your head man, dead man